Тексты песен «Robert Burns»

Highland Mary (Robert Burns) Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the...

I Love My Love in Secret (Robert Burns) My Sandy gied to me a ring Was a'beset wi diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring. My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonie Sandy O!...

I Maun Hae a Wife I maun hae a wife, whatsoe'er she be An' she be a woman, that's enough for me. cho: Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them noo? Fine heather ringers, better never grew. If that she be bonnie, I shall...

I SING OF A WHISTLE (Robert Burns) I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of our good Scottish king, And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall...

I'll Mak You be Fain to Follow Me (Robert Burns) As late by a sodger I chanced to pass, I heard him a courtin a bony young lass; My hinny, my life, my dearest, quo he, I'll mak you be fain to follow me. Gin I should...

Jamie, Come Try Me (Robert Burns) chorus: Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me! If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me! If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee ? If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try...

JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD (Robert Burns) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put...

JOHN COME KISS ME NOW (Robert Burns) cho: O John, come kiss me now, now, now; O John, my luve, come kiss me now; O John, come kiss me by and by, For weel ye ken the way to woo, O some will court and compliment, And...

Johnny Cope (Robert Burns) Sir John Cope trode the north right far, Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur, Until he landed at Dunbar Right early in a morning. CHORUS Hey Johnie Cope are ye wauking yet, Or are ye sleeping I...

Jumpin' John (Robert Burns) Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd Wad taste sae bitterlie! ch. The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John Beguil'd the bonie Lassie!...

Kissing my Kate (Merry hae I been...) (Robert Burns) O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle An merry hae I been shapin a spoon! O, merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, An kissin my Katie when a' was done! O, a' the lang day...

Laddie, Lie Near Me (Robert Burns) 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin; Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing: 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance...

LADY ONLIE (Robert Burns) A' the lads o Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint, Wi Lady Onlie, honest lucky. ch. Lady Onlie, honest lucky, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky: I...

LORD RONALD (Robert Burns) O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? O where,hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' the hunting, and fain wad lie...

O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wish'd, the trysted hour. Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich...

Musing on the Roaring Ocean (Robert Burns) Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me, Wearying heav'n in warm devotion For his weal where'er he be. Hope and Fear's alternate billow Yielding late to...

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose (Robert Burns) 0, my luve is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. 0, my love is like a melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in...

My Peggy's Face (Robert Burns) My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form The frost of hermit age might warm. My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind Might charm the first of human kind. I love my Peggy's angel air, Her face so truly...

MY WIFE'S A WANTON WEE THING (Robert Burns) My wife's a wanton, wee thing, My wife's a wanton, wee thing, My wife's a wanton, wee thing, She winna be guided by me. She play'd the loon or she was married, She play'd the...

No Churchman am I (Robert Burns) I No Churchman am I for to rail and to write, No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight, No sly Man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care. II...